Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Romania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Monolake to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Smooth,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Niagra,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.